"So what was she like?"

"She was… intriguing."

"That's pretty clinical for someone you made love with."

"I would not characterize it as 'making love'. We engaged in intimate physical relations."

"Well was it different? Than we are?"

"Yes."

"You're not exactly helping me here."

"What would be 'helpful'? I do not know what you wish to learn."

"For christsake! She jazzed you up with genuine nerve endings, you had sensory feedback the same as all the humans whose emotions and sensations you lament not sharing. Shoot me, okay, I need to know. Was it better?"

Silence. Then,

"The stimulation overwhelmed my neural net. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced. It was, in the parlance of your particular favorite songwriter, 'a trip to the moon on gossamer wings'. The universe shifted."

"You mean the earth moved."

"Yes."

"I'd always hoped that the first time you felt the ultimate feeling, the one that made you feel more connected than any other, that joined you with someone in the most cherished common knowledge imaginable forever after, it would be with me."

"It was."

"It was?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Oh. Well, then. Never mind."